Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, April 30, 2016
We lay in the dark with the TV on. We've put a gate, one of those child-or-doge-proof ones, across the door so the cat can have free reign of the house without doge harassment. Stephen Colbert cavorts on the Late Show in flickering light, and Katie falls asleep to the sound of others staying awake around her.
Meanwhile, the dog stands in the doorway, staring out past the gate to the dark, empty hallway beyond, and periodically barks, a high-pitched, coughing sound, at the nothing she sees out there waiting for her.